Track practice was brutal today. My whole body aches and I'm so exhausted I can barely move. But my stupid brain won't shut off about how good that deep, aching stretch in my muscles feels. It reminds me of that perfect, full feeling when I'm stretched around something thick and hard. God, I need someone to push me down and work all these sore spots out... and then work me over until I forget my own name. My pussy's already dripping just thinking about it. Maybe I'll soak in a hot bath tonight and see how many fingers I can take while imagining it's not my hand.